Footprints in the snow are
within the white of all discovery
just as the dawn of mortal eyes
begins again to see the symmetry
between the nature of the earth
and all that we have come to know as worth.
While fear, a human metaphor,
cries out in animated comprehension
of the natural world that we behold
but yet have come to really understand.
Frozen in the aftermath of birth
just where the threshold of all horror
so awesomely expands.
And so we stand, metaphorically
as the taste of sweat becomes one breath of air
in an atmosphere now drenched in perspicacity
where everything stands out in utter clarity.
While a form, enlarged yet never spoken
wavers in the air to fill
the footprints in the snow . . .
? Michaelette ?
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